Who the hell wants peace with our neighbors?
Who even wants peace with our neighbors, when all that comes out of their ears (and screens) is hatred?
Who even wants peace with our neighbors, when all that comes out of their ears (and screens) is hatred?
This is not a matter of right or left but of a country deciding whether it wants to exist as a state or as an aid organization with a flag.
Because Palestineization does not stop with talk and polygamy does not disappear with tolerance.
America discovered Hamas isnโt a folk-dance troupe.
It wants to ban entry to anyone who supported the massacre.
Yes, the destroyers and ruiners are among us โ in faculty lounges, film festivals, and NGOs with suspiciously generous grants.
But they wonโt win.
Because even if they hate themselves, we love this country enough for both of us.
Ah, my dear Israel – land flowing with milk and honey, rockets and politics.
By October 2025, as we still stagger from the trauma of October 7, 2023, and face threats on all fronts โ Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran, and even โfriendlyโ neighbors – there emerges a phenomenon that feels like an autoimmune disease.
As of October 2025, one thing is already clear: Gaza does not need a โrenovation.โ It needs a reboot.
Only one question remains open – why, in the name of common sense, would anyone want to rehabilitate Gaza, how long is it supposed to take, and most importantly – who the hell is supposed to live there afterwards?
When I hear “from the river to the sea,” I don’t think of scenery. I don’t think of a trip. I don’t think of peace. I hear, simply, “We want you to disappear.”
We know that won’t happen – not because we believe in fairies, but because we know how to swim in the river, and protect the sea.
To those who shout “Free Palestine” on the streets of London, Paris or New York โ understand: “Free” Palestine will cost you dearly.
It will not come without blood, it will not come without war, and it will not come at all – because we are here, from the Jordan to the sea, and we are not going anywhere
If you’ve ever searched for the factor that makes terrorists run like tigers, scream like peacocks and feel like they’re invulnerable – look no further. It’s not about the Holy Spirit, it’s not about deep inner jihad, it’s not even about the ideology of a paradise with 72 virgins. It’s about a small, white pill with a name that sounds like a health insurance product – Captagon. Only instead of healing, it’s addictive, dangerous, and of course – insanely profitable.